It's been six days since I got "the call" - the hospital notifying me that my Mom, aged 86, passed away that morning.
It's been a raw week. Family coming and going, funeral arrangements, government forms.
We had a beautiful graveside ceremony for her on Friday for just family. A friend officiated the service.
Although I knew the blocked artery was like a time bomb in her body, and that she was elderly, and that she was ready to go on to the next world ... it still hurts. And surreal. It feels one moment like it's been an hour since she passed away, the next it feels like it's been a decade. Funny how time gets bent and twisted in grief.
It's so nice to have my home quiet and tidy and peaceful again. I'm a notorious hermit and introvert, and although I love my family, it was a lot of sensation and energy to process.
My faith tells me she is with the Ancestors, and reunited with my Father. But I still miss her so much! Especially her phonecalls out of the blue: "Hel-lo. What-cha doin'?"
I can still hear her voice. And it's comforting and sad all at once.
My prayers and sympathies for all others who are grieving the loss of a loved one.